“The heart is first and foremost an organ of spiritual perception” –Mother Theresa
I’m all about the spiritual stuff. I love all things spiritual warfare, spiritual giftings, spiritual healings, supernatural anything and I’m 100% all in. A big reason why I came to love Christ so deeply is because I learned about the Holy Spirit, and after being raised in a church where that wasn’t highly communicated I became absolutely fascinated. Hence sparking my love of all things related to it, namely Jesus.
I’ve come to really enjoy spending time with the Lord and allowing the Holy Spirit to work through my imagination. I have this weird ability to picture things and feel things as if I were actually there, therefore allowing me to be an expert at daydreaming. I could get lost for hours in a day dream thinking about another place or space thats just whimsical and breathtaking.
At debrief a few days ago I was sitting around a table with a group of people trying to journal and have time with the Lord, but it just was not working. I am the textbook definition of ADHD, I get so distracted so easily but with communal living theres very few places for you to be outside and it be uninterruptible. So as I sat at this table smacking on some oreos I asked the Lord to show me something new. Keep me rooted, undistracted, and fully immersed. And boy is He faithful. Here’s my imaginative journey with Jesus that I wrote down in my journal, that He has so persistently asked me to share.
I can feel the heat on the back of my neck as I follow Jesus up a steep hill. The dirt road dusty and rocky, Im wearing a modest dress and some simple sandles.There are houses and shops lining the road teeming with people. It smells like sweat, heat, dirt, and street food. It noisey, very similar to a market. As I notice everyone they never once notice me, or the man that I’m dutifully following. He looks back and smiles at me. “It’s okay” He’s says lightly as he reaches back to grab my hand. Grasping his hand in mine I notice the tanned skin of his hands are calloused and scarred but so gentle and protective as he continues to lead me. He smiles again and we keep walking, as we get closer to the top I can see spurts of grass and wildflowers leading up to one very old very rugged cross. It’s nails that hold it’s shape are rusting and the wood is stained with stories I’ll never know.
Jesus lets go of my hand and approaches it. His strides are long and confident, yet meek and somber. He places his scarred palm on the solid dark wood and bows his head and shoulders in reverence.
“What I wouldn’t do for you” He faintly says. His voice is soft but strained. A strong breeze brushes my hair off my shoulders and across my face as he turns to face me with tears swimming in his eyes.
“You are more precious than pearls, more beautiful than the most breathtaking sceneries…”
He walks to me and places the same hands that were pierced on that tree standing firm behind him to my face.
“… you are more capable than any King or warrior, you are softer than the lushest grass you’ve ever laid in, your spirit is contagious, and you’re more resilient than any wildflower I’ve ever planted on this earth. If you choose this cross and all its fullness daughter, you will be unstoppable.”
His calloused thumbs caress my cheek as he kisses my forehead. His hands take hold of mine and he squeezes.
“We’re going to do some fun things together you and I.”
He bends down and plucks a few red maids from the ground and hands it to me with a gorgeous, slightly mischievous, but devastating smile.
Hand in hand we walk back down the dusty hill. Surrounded by shops and people but with deeply rooted contentment in my soul.
For some this just may be a nice story, but for me it was the Lords way of getting my attention. He’s given me the choice, really He’s given us all the choice; to follow Him fully and blindly, to take up the cross and choose to carry it every single day in remembrance of the price that He paid so that we could have an abundant and full life through Him, so that we may have eternal life with Him and our Father in heaven. He’s got something special planned for each of us, who knows what that is, but who am I to ignore that? Who am I to turn away from the one who’s only chased after me? He’s asked me to take a leap of faith and trust that He’s enough and that is going to be quite an extraordinary adventure.
Lord, I pray that this special moment is fully used for your glory. I pray that if its not of you then it won’t stick. If it won’t bring you glory then it will be passed by. But you’ve stirred my heart to share this personal thing and I only ask that it helps in bringing your kingdom to earth. And that people can see how very up close and personal you are with us and how deeply you want to love us. Thank you for this opportunity and I ask that you bless the brave souls who chose to read this blog.
I ask all of this in the name of Jesus,
Amen
Xx M.
